Guards Fox: Miracle doctor mother lost her horse again

Chapter 847 Don’t scold my mother
The little guy is young, and his combat experience is still a bit lacking. When he sensed the evil wind behind him, he was already unable to dodge!

From the corner of his eye, he saw the ferocious man's fist coming down. He gritted his teeth and avoided the vital part of his back, but his small shoulder was hit straight on.

"boom--"

There was just a muffled sound, and Jun Buli's small figure was knocked away.

There was a sharp pain in my shoulder, and I was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he protected his head in time and fell heavily into a pile of sacks in the corner of the alley. His face was bruised and his whole body was in severe pain.

"Little, little bastard! Fuck you..."

The drunkard man covered his crotch with his hands and stood up with a strange and swaying posture. His ferocious face was like a ghost in the severe pain, his bloodshot eyes stared at him, and he cursed in his mouth.

Jun Buli struggled to get out of the sack, clutching his painful shoulder, his eyebrows tightly knitted, his expression cold: "Keep your mouth clean, don't curse my mother!"

"Fuck you, mother, you dare to be so arrogant with me! If I don't sell you little beast for a good price, I will take your last name!!"

The drunkard man cursed angrily and walked towards Jun Buli step by step.

He walked very slowly for fear of scratching the egg.

Jun Buli was also in pain all over his body at this moment, half-crouching on the ground, unable to stand up.

"Are you a human trafficker?" He was surprised!
"Hey, kid, you must be scared now! With your pretty little face, I'm sure to sell you to a good place! I'll let you enjoy it all your life!"

The drunkard man smiled sinisterly, walked up to Jun Buli, bent over in pain and reached out to grab him.

Jun Buli saw him reaching out to grab it, but his eyes were cold and calm. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp and compact dagger fell into his hand and he held it tightly.

He slightly squinted his cold, clear eyes, staring at the vitals of the drunkard's neck, waiting for the opportunity motionlessly, like a young beast hunting!
The little fox taught him that if he accidentally falls into a disadvantage, he must not be anxious.

Be patient and wait for the opportunity, seize the opportunity, and counterattack with one strike!

The alcoholic man is a man in his prime, and he naturally despises children, unaware that the fatal threat is right under his nose.He grabbed it hard with his big hands, and moved closer and closer. The ferocious smile on his face was vicious and happy...

Close, closer!

In an instant—

The little guy was about to take action when he suddenly heard a lazily crisp teenage voice: "I said you are a grown man, what's your ability to bully a child?"

The sound sounded too sudden and too coincidental.

Jun Buli was about to take action but had to stop.

The drunkard man's expression changed even more, and he turned his head to look fiercely, but he saw that the alley behind him was empty and there was no one around.

no one?

How could there be no one?
That voice that just spoke... could it be a ghost?
Before the drunk man could change his face, a small wooden stick suddenly fell from the sky and hit him on the head.

"Idiot, I'm here, where are you looking?"

The clear young man's voice was dissatisfied.

"It belongs to your grandmother!" The drunkard man yelled angrily and raised his head.

Jun Buli also looked up.

On the wall several meters high on one side of the alley, squatting was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in white, with a baby face, handsome and delicate facial features, and bright red lips.

He lazily held his chin up and looked at them with interest with his pair of bright cat eyes.

(End of this chapter)